And In my wake, a stream obscene
Does stain the pavement ‘neath my shoes,
Like Neptune drowning Travertine-
From whence it flows I have no clues.
Continue reading “Fontana Rossa” →
As I walked the concrete path
Of Human presence aftermath –
A sound pulled me from reverie
And teased my ears a peak. Continue reading “Guitar Man” →
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